Time is the explicable raw material of everything.

The man who begins to go to bed forty minutes before he opens his bedroom door is bored; that is to say, he is not living.

The best cure for worry, depression, melancholy, brooding, is to go deliberately forth and try to lift with one's sympathy the gloom of somebody else.

Pessimism, when you get used to it, is just as agreeable as optimism.

You can turn over a new leaf every hour
if you choose.

It is only people of small stature who have to stand on their dignity.

Every scene, even the commonest, is wonderful, if only one can detach oneself, casting off all memory of use and custom, and behold it (as it were) for the first time; in its right, authentic colors; without making comparisons. Cherish and burnish this faculty of seeing crudely, simply, artlessly, ignorantly; of seeing like a baby or a lunatic, who lives each moment by itself and tarnishes by the present no remembrance of the past.